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The Gestapo

I woke up at 2:30AM dreaming the following:


I am reading The Third Reich. I am suddenly aware that this book is on the "Forbidden List." This happens at a nice and sumptuous Thanksgiving. I recall how dangerous reading this book and how anyone even suspected of reading it will be taken by the Gestapo.


I am now at a booth waiting in line. It is the line of people that the Gestapo will interrogate. The surroundings are cold concrete or perhaps dank wood painted grey. The line moves forward very slowly and everybody in it is afraid. When it's my turn at the window I am the led away summarily by the SS into a waiting room where others wait. It becomes my turn and I follow the SS officer to the execution room. 


There are two slabs of concrete. On one lies a man on his side pointed away from me. He is getting a lethal injection. It is taking a long time and he chats in a low voice with his executioner. I cannot make out what they are saying. The young man who led me to the chamber is in his 30's I guess (I am fifty five.) He is thin, almost scraggy. I ask him if I, too, will get a lethal injection. He says that I will not and shows me the tool of execution. It is a rusty circular blade, half the diameter of a circle, with a wooden handle attached to it. 


I panic and ask the young man if I can go to the bathroom. He says no at first but after my pleas consults a superior office who says that is OK for him to escort me to the bathroom. My officer leads me though passages until I see the bathroom at the end of the hall. I wake up.


The dream was intense with very brief bursts of events I do not recall.


Many of my dreams end with some sort of event within them that makes me want to go to the bathroom. I am cognizant within the dream that it is time to wake up because of this. The one above is a case in point. However, I am embarrassed to admit that this was not the case several nights ago when I did not pay close enough attention and actually wet the bed which is something I have not done since I was a child. I am ordinarily aware within my dream of the need to move away or otherwise avoid death, horror, and (in this case) attend to bodily needs.

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